"Do I look happy? I 'm glad of that," And Polly surveyed herself
with care.
Both young men thought it was girlish vanity and smiled at its
naive display, but Polly was looking for something deeper than
beauty and was glad not to find it.
"Rather a pleasant little prospect, hey, Polly?"
"My bonnet is straight, and that 's all I care about. Did you ever see
a picture of Beau Brummel?" asked Polly quickly.
"No."
"Well, there he is, modernized." And turning the fan, she showed
him himself.
"Any more portraits in your gallery?" asked Sydney, as if he liked
to share all the nonsense going.
"One more."
"What do you call it?"
"The portrait of a gentleman." And the little glass reflected a
gratified face for the space of two seconds.
"Thank you. I 'm glad I don't disgrace my name," said Sydney,
looking down into the merry blue eyes that thanked him silently
for many of the small kindnesses that women never can forget.
"Very good, Polly, you are getting on fast," whispered Tom,
patting his yellow kids approvingly.
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